A recent New York Times styles section article pointed out the growing popularity of parenting blogs. I think the number of such blogs cited by the article was 8000, a number which is pretty darn small in terms of the total number of Americans doing something, and is still pretty small in terms of even the number of people on, say, the Upper West Side doing something. Particularly when blogging is often little more than navel gazing and pregnancy often allows one to use that term literally, you'd think there would be a few more.

That said, here's a gaze at the navel that we're most interested in these days. Two months or so until we begin the gaze at a much smaller one.

As we entered the hardcore nesting phase of pregnancy, we had decided that, for whatever reason, it would actually be easier to put off the house hunt for a while until we had an infant to lug around with us to open houses. Because that would certainly make it easier, like it does everything. That's why most people pick up so many hobbies when they have a newborn around. Also, we figured it would put us in a fantastic negotiating position, because we wouldn't look at all like we really needed a bigger house. Add that to our realtor's going to Aruba, and we were ready to pack it in, but not to pack, until the summer.

Then 33 Bexley Road came into our lives. In realtor-speak, it's a charming 1920s-era bungalow. We made the offer Sunday, and now we sit and wait. The waiting was supposed to end at 3 o'clock today, but by my watch it is 4:18 and we still have no news. Good thing babies are never late. We can't take much more of this.